Childhood days spent in a daze in the land of the faraway tree. Turning the pages on future adventures where unread words were golden treasures. Adult days spent in a haze in the land of factual news. Scrolling through pages…
When challenged to write a poem on the colour red I recalled a letter box I’d seen embedded in the wall of an old post house in Scotland. I’ve taken liberties with the location to create a rhyme. Hopefully I…